Please, talk to me. I need help. Im thinking of ending it. Again.
Please, talk to me.
I need help.
Im thinking of ending it. Again.
My dreadful, secret life.
Its not the first time this week, or month.
Im lonely, and have nobody to talk about this to.
And i've attempted lately.
Every night try and think of better ways to get out of here.
Im afraid- afraid to show people the real me
And to think that the people i could trust would keep it a
I'd rather die than tell them.
I want to end the suffering.
Let it out.
I just cut deeper and deeper.
On my wrists and hips.
My sides and my ankles.
I thik im done.
I'm convinced its a good idea.